That Dog Won’t Hunt, Barack

In Barack Obama’s latest, cringe-inducing speech, a Labor Day campaign rant in Milwaukee, that handy on-off Negro dialect was on full display, no doubt to the delight of the assembled union members and other beneficiaries of Barack’s stash. Also in evidence: the thin-skinned petulance that is one of the hallmarks of the narcissistic personality, once again bursting out from behind the mask when the Dear Reader makes the mistake of thinking he can go off the script. Just read what Axelrod wrote, Barry. Even Gwyneth Paltrow is smart enough to know better than to try to substitute her own vapid ideas for those of the smart people who wrote the clever words she gets to say. In this case, his latest off PrompTer adventure yielded another memorable phrase, right up there with “the Cambridge police acted stupidly,” or “57 states:” specifically, the immortal "They talk about me like a dog. That’s not in my prepared remarks, but it’s true.” A dog? You mean as in “Come here, Precious, I have some treats for you, and then I’m going to take you in the car?” Whether he was channelling Jimi Hendrix, or just babbling in that adorable stream of consciousness brain dump way he has, it was embarrassing to watch, and no doubt left many observers with only one question in their minds; that is, “what color panties was he wearing when he whined about how he’s treated?”

Speaking of cars, he also trotted out that boring, tired analogy about giving Republicans the car keys.

These are the folks whose policies helped devastate our middle class. They drove our economy into a ditch.  And we got in there and put on our boots and we pushed and we shoved. And we were sweating and these guys were standing, watching us and sipping on a Slurpee.  (Laughter.) And they were pointing at us saying, how come you’re not pushing harder, how come you’re not pushing faster? And then when we finally got the car up — and it’s got a few dings and a few dents, it’s got some mud on it, we’re going to have to do some work on it — they point to everybody and say, look what these guys did to your car. (Laughter.) After we got it out of the ditch!  And then they got the nerve to ask for the keys back! (Laughter and applause.) I don’t want to give them the keys back. They don’t know how to drive. 

If we must continue with this insipid driving analogy, I’ll play along. The GOP’s reckless spending prior to their shellacking in 2006 was a fender bender. Obama and friends, intoxicated with power and giddy at the prospect of spending unlimited amounts of other people’s money, have totaled the car. Remind me again: who deserves to borrow the car?

Now, having spent future generations into oblivion, Obama wants to throw more of their money down the stimulus rathole, $50 billion to be exact. You can see why he thinks that’s a great idea, since that $800 billion stimulus worked out so well.

Delusion desperation, like petty petulance, ain’t pretty. As the old saying goes, that dog won’t hunt.

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